Intro: Verso 1: I got about-a half high so I spent the whole weekend out I got home Monday morning, tore up like a can of kraut My only suit was layin' on the steps I just picked it up and run and I ain't been back there since Well, mad, yeah she's mad It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had When she's mad, I play a dangerous game In the obituary column, they've already printed my name Verso 2: She's five feet three and weighs about hundred and eight She's the kind of gal who don't believe in men a-makin' mistakes She's sweet and mighty nice But when she's mad, she's got a voice that'll cut through ice Well, mad, ooh she's mad It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had When she's mad, I play a dangerous game In the obituary column, they've already printed my name Verso 3: She's got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make An alarm clock mind that's ringin' every time I'm late I'm sorry, sick and all alone But I'll have to stick it out, cause it just ain't safe to go home Well, mad, ooh she's mad It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had When she's mad, I play a dangerous game In the obituary column, they've already printed my name Outro In the obituary column, they've already printed my name In the obituary column, they've already printed my name